The Day

Can you hear the parrot stories,
Of the day the world was mine?
Did you see Godiva riding
Bareback and naked through London,
Creating a racket in the underground?
This day is forever,
Lived again and again,
Yours and mine and everyone’s.
My wish for you is to live
Like a star, to have the time of your life.
This day is heralded
By you and me
As we realise impossible dreams
That took a thousand hours
To glimmer into reality.
Don’t look back before this day.
Stay with me on this day, forever,
Until we’re dead and gone.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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